Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.